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Posted on May 9, 2014 at 01:23:17 AM by Mistletoe
She was elated at the thought of pups. She couldn’t completely understand why she was so excited at the prospect of pups but she knew it may come to pass if fate was on their side. To be truthful she was anxious at the thought of being a mother. She wanted to see Castor again to share her thoughts but would he understand? Perhaps but perhaps not either way she would go see him soon enough.
She had little time to think on such matters hearing Warlow stir. He didn’t seem too eager to get up but when he had a little bit of food in him; he was a bit more compliant. He looked like a feathered mess but it was quite alright with her. She didn’t mind a little mess but she knew it would be an interesting job keeping any pups clean which was of amusing humor. She wasn’t left to think long as Warlow nipped her cheek and took off; of course she took his invitation to chase him.
Not too long after their fun began she heard the calling howl of another male. She slowed in pace and took a moment to brush against her mates before turning her attention to the male who was approaching. Her head remained in its normally high posture and tail no longer swayed. She simply looked intently dropping all previous emotions from her time with Warlow. After all it was meant to only be shared with him, this stranger did not deserve that right to know her in this manner. Instead she would allow her eyes to share the emotions she would not so outwardly; would he see and understand?
“It is a pleasant morning; however, but my friend can you assure the shore is more pleasant?” she was intrigued and rather humored. Only the one experiencing it could judge its level of pleasantness, yet referring to the weather was another thing all together. Speaking was a tedious art with other forms of life. With Warlow she had no need to be analytical she could just exist in all that they encompassed. “You may call me Mistletoe, and this is Warlow.” She allowed a smile to cross her maw as she gazes to her love; but it fell away as she returned her gaze to the stranger. “What might your name be; and what do you seek to speak on. Surly you are the steward of this land.” She spoke keeping an intense focus on his gaze. She had faith in Warlow but understood his tendency to be protective. His actions would not worry her... Now to see what this creature has to offer.
mistletoe – Warlow holds her Heart & Soul - stat
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- I can show you fear in a handful of dust - By WARLOW May 11, 2014 at 07:31:21 PM
into these animals we grew, - By T E S S E R A C T May 21, 2014 at 05:05:23 AM
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